The other day I got a wakeup call and joined Jenny Craig. Just kidding, why would I need it? I was an underwear model, after all, and although I have a large appearance that is just all the natural poof in my fur.
I woke up with sudden determination and fed up with my current occupation, which is, as you know, paper clip sorting. I think the sudden change of heart must have been from my last massage and foot bath at Fifi’s. It’s the closest canine spa in town, and fortunately one of the best. I definitely recommend it. In fact, I bet you could go there and get a discount if you mention me. I’m one of their most frequent customers, and I did do several commercials for them. Also, my celebrity brought much publicity in my underwear modeling days.
I stormed into Gerald’s office and told him I was quitting. Then I set out and within the next hour Peru called. Now I’ve got a job, the same as before paper clip sorting, but for a different organization. And much more dangerous this time around. Life, my friends, is just beginning.
